Logan Fulk

Created, Copied, Or Born - Poem by Logan Fulk

Am I a creator or a destroyer? Is there anything really thereThat wasn’t there beforeIf so guide me there and show meI walk a path of questionQuestioning my existenceQuestioning the path I walk uponThe stability of my curiosityIs the object I behold uniqueOr a copy of something I beheldWas it created from the tears and blood Or just born from the things we foundThese hands have made many thingsYet there are things they cannot makeFor there are things my mind can’t createBecause these things are born mistakesNothing should just existFor then existence means no returnFor something created from nothingIs a life they did not earn Yet tampering with fates desireIs something done through generationsA life created in a fire.A universal tare without reparation.